#reader x hunter

Imagine sunshine/classmate!hunter befriending a shy nerd and eventually falls in love with her :(( he’d

✎ give you book recommendations after learning you like the same authors/genres, and loves reading them with you after your classes. But he’s not actually staring at the pages, he’s staring at you

✎ give you compliments in Thai, but will never tell you the actual meaning behind them. He’d also teach you a few words if you’re really curious, but ends up giggling like crazy when you call him handsome

✎ put his hands in your back pocket as you walk to and from classes. He would only do it if you’re comfortable, he just really loves the warmth, intimacy and closeness behind it

✎ wake up to you being the big spoon on a bus ride to a field trip. His head would be buried into your neck and although he has no idea how he got to this position, he loves it, please keep patting his hair please

✎ give you those k drama airport hugs. He went on a little family trip in Thailand and missed you dearly, running towards your body to pick you up and spin you around, giving you a big kiss before putting you back down on your feet. Wait.. what?

︴bonus! @sris-skies couldn't shut up about hunter so I had to write about it 🤷 also writing this instead of that yechan rq, I'm very sorry, once again

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Hunter sat in a quiet room, looking through a photo album. The only sound was pages turning. The album was full of pictures of Y/N, often with Junghoon. There was Y/N laughing, Y/N and Junghoon on a beach, Y/N asleep on Junghoon's shoulder.

Hunter smiled, remembering how happy they were. Y/N always brought out Junghoon's lighter side. Their love felt real and strong.

Junghoon came in quietly. Hunter didn't look up at first. "Hey," he said, looking at a picture of Y/N making a face while Junghoon rolled his eyes. "Remember this? She won that teddy bear."

Junghoon didn't answer. Hunter looked up. Junghoon stood by the door, looking sad and distant. His gaze was fixed on the album. He managed a weak, sad smile.

Hunter felt a familiar sadness. He knew Junghoon was blaming himself for Y/N's death. Junghoon rarely showed weakness, but this grief was heavy on him.

Hunter gently closed the album. "You know it wasn't your fault, Junghoon," he said softly, looking at him directly.

Junghoon finally looked at Hunter, shaking his head slightly. "If I had just..." he whispered, his voice rough.

"It was beyond your control," Hunter insisted, stepping closer and putting a hand on his shoulder. "It was a terrible accident. No one could have stopped it."

Junghoon flinched. "I should have been there. I could have prevented it."

"No, you couldn't have," Hunter said firmly. "And Y/N wouldn't want you doing this to yourself. She'd hate to see you consumed by guilt. She loved you. She'd want her memory to be a source of strength, not pain."

Junghoon's gaze softened slightly as he looked at the closed album. The sadness was still there, but Hunter saw a small change.

You have no idea why you are so excited that Hunter will see you in an evening gown today. The thought quickens your pulse and tingles under your skin. You've been friends for a while, and yes, in some ways you are attracted to him, but you've never explored that feeling further until today.

You tug carefully, uncertainly at the dress you're wearing. The soft, gentle fabric nestles flatteringly against your body, it is partially transparent, feigning a certain nakedness, yet covering your entire body. A charming and yet very elegant sight. The dress moves gently with every movement, a mix of princess, elegant seductress and festive appearance. You love this dress, it is perfectly fitted to you, showing enough to be slightly seductive but not too much. You know you look great, you admired yourself in the mirror for a while for once, very pleased with your outfit.

It's not often that you feel so comfortable in your skin and clothes and the curious, amazed, interested and sometimes envious looks are balm for your soul.

You are quite sure Hunter can only love the sight, and yet you are nervous. In your mind you scold yourself a fool, why is this so important to you!!! You are friends, nothing more. But you would be lying if you denied that you are attracted to him. As much as you enjoy his friendship, because he's a great buddy, caring, kind, funny, sometimes you've felt it, that little longing echo deep inside you, the desire to be more to him than a friend.

Hunter has entered the hall, but hangs around in the entrance area, so that he can overlook the field, but does not come into focus. More or less unconsciously, he looks around for a familiar face, for you. He knows you're here today, too, and the thought tingles in his gut. He keeps nervously tugging at the collar of his unfamiliar dress uniform, an outfit he doesn't wear very often.

Then he sees you. You are like a sublime phenomenon, the dress you wear underlines your elegance, sexy, cute, adorable. He gulps and eyes you from a safe distance, you haven't spotted him yet. Hunter just can't tear his gaze from you.

His brothers, the rest of Clone Force 99, finally show up as well, standing uncertainly by him. They all look incredibly dapper in their dress uniforms, but also like they feel out of place.

Finally, your eyes meet. Hunter feels caught, he's been watching you the whole time, but he smiles at you from a distance, not avoiding your gaze. His heart is beating way too fast, he's surprised at his own nervousness. He's never seen you like this before.

"Damn, she looks beautiful," he murmurs softly to himself.

Echo who heard his words elbows him in the side and says, "Then what are you still standing around here for? Get over there."

Hunter clears his throat.

"I can't, we're friends, I shouldn't perceive her the way I'm doing right now…. besides, I'm way too nervous" he says uncertainly, inconspicuously wiping his sweaty palms on the fabric of his pants.

Crosshair rolls his eyes and grumbles, "I'm going to find a drink."

Hunter leans against one of the marble columns in the room, trying to look casual, still gazing at each other almost longingly from a distance.

Wrecker chuckles, "He's doing the pose."

Hunter looks at him with raised eyebrows.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing," Wrecker says, suppressing another giggle.

Hunter looks in your direction again, but you are no longer there. Almost in a panic, he scans the room with his gaze, feverishly searching for you. When he suddenly hears your voice very close, he nearly jumps out of his dress shoes.

"Hello Hunter."

He turns to you in surprise, his smile absolutely adorable.

"Hey," he says almost shyly, "you look stunning."

Heat rises in your cheeks, and you can't help but smile broadly.

"You don't look bad yourself," you say, folding your hands behind your back, afraid to wave them around nervously.

Hunter tugs at his collar again and says, "You think? Feels weird, very unfamiliar"

"Looks fantastic on you, though," you assure him.

He scratches the back of his head, changing his posture a little. You can tell he's nervous, but you blame it on the formal, unfamiliar event he's attending.

"Well, fantastic is probably an exaggeration," he says with a wry smile, leaning against the column again, but this time looking much more awkward than before.

Echo says quietly, "I can't watch this, I'm going to find Crosshair".

"Wait I'll come with you" Tech says hurriedly and follows Echo.

Wrecker stands there indecisive for a moment, but finally hastily follows his brothers and calls over his shoulder with a wink, "Don't do anything naughty, kids"

It takes a while for the initial nervousness to subside. You're both surprised by how unsettled you are with each other today, you've been friends for a long time and are actually pretty comfortable with each other. But today everything is different. Today, something has come to light from the depths of your being that holds you both under a spell.

The music wafts through the room, he finally dares to ask you for a dance, which you are only too happy to agree to, albeit with soft knees.

Slow dancing with Hunter, your heart beats up to your neck. The way he holds you, guides you, it seems so gentle and yet determined. After the dance, he doesn't take his hand off your hip as he leads you to the side to a quieter corner. His hand is still there as you look deeply into each other's eyes. Hunter is not even really aware of it, his subconscious just trying to make contact with you any way he can.

"You look at me differently today," you finally dare to say.

A slight pink tinge creeps into his cheeks as he replies, "I could say the same about you."

Shyly, you smile at him and admit softly, "True."

Several seconds pass, heartbeat after heartbeat. Then it happens, you don't know exactly how, but his face comes closer and closer, he leans towards you. Your eyes close, it's like magnetic attraction. His lips touch yours, they are softer and warmer than you expect. The kiss begins softly, almost chastely, but it lasts long, his lips lingering on yours for a sweet little eternity.

You are almost dizzy with excitement, your hands grasp the jacket of his uniform, afraid to lose your footing at any moment. When your lips slowly separate as if in slow motion, you open your eyes again and look into his, you are a little breathless.

You look at Hunter, he knows just like you, there is no turning back now, the cat is out of the bag. There's nothing left to deny, and you don't want to. You can tell by his smile that he feels the same way.

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It’s been a very long mission and it’s finally over. The crew is sitting around a fire, finally letting loose and relaxing since they don’t have to be on edge anymore. Hunter has been watching you for a while, and after you take a drink from your canteen and wipe away the water that drips down your chin, you make eye contact with him. He nods his head to the side pointing off to the woods. You nod back and both leave at the same time. This may be the first time you both have gone off together or the 100th, regardless the boys know why.

It could be a “we succeeded at another mission” or a “I’m glad you’re safe” kind of vibe, but Hunter can be very Dom in these spontaneous moments. Up against a tree or forced down to the ground, he’s in charge and he’s letting you know it. He’s letting everyone who can hear know it. His kisses are frantic and hungry and you can easily meet him with the same energy. There could be no emotions tied to this as it purely a method of stress relief, it could be purely romantic as in the “stay with me forever and I’ll keep you safe always” vibe, but he’s still expressing his feelings the best way he can.

"At least another 2 klicks, but this part of the tunnel is highly unstable. Stay close," he shot a quick glance at me over my shoulder. I shuffled closer to him so that I was right behind him. I wanted to reach for his hand, but I knew that now wasn’t the time. We typically didn’t act as a couple when on missions. Our relationship is fresh, so new that we hadn’t even told the others yet. We decided we wanted to figure out what was between us first before going public. But right now we were completely alone, with no chance of the others stumbling across us, and maybe hanging onto him in some way would be beneficial in case another cave in occurs. I was reaching a hand out to grab the crook of his elbow when he shifted suddenly and grabbed for my hand.

“Run!” He commanded as he pulled at me. I picked up my feet as the tunnel began to crumble behind us. I was running as fast as I could but I hadn’t been watching my step. I tripped in a hole in the tunnel and fell down onto the ground, knocking the wind out of me. Hunter stopped the moment he felt my hand slip from his. He turned to me with panic in his eyes. The collapse was rapidly approaching and there was no time, I was only going to slow down.

“You have to leave right now!” I shouted at him. He was still frozen. “Hunter! Leave me! GO!” I yelled at him. He was about to run, but he quickly turned back to say something to me but the cave in was too loud for me to hear him. Everything went dark.

I came to, coughing out dust. The cave-in had miraculously stopped short of my head, however I was completely pinned beneath the rocks. I cried out, feeling the pain of my numerous broken bones all at once. My cries echoed throughout the dark empty tunnel. I had one hand free from the rubble, and I tried to shift the larger rocks off of me, but to no avail. I felt utterly hopeless. That was until I realized the hand that was free was the wrist with my comm. I brought it to my face and bit into the call button. Static. Nothing. I bit it again. Again nothing. One more time…

Static and then faintly, a frantic voice. Hunter’s voice. He was saying my name. I tried to speak, to answer him but I couldn’t say anything. The weight on my chest was preventing me from forming words. I summoned all the strength I could and managed to croak out a small “Help…me…” before I lost consciousness again.

The chain of events that followed is a blur. I remember lights and running footsteps. Hunter’s face. Tech’s voice. I remember crying out as the rocks were moved off of me. Dexterous fingers against my head, examining me, and then another set of hands gently caressing my hair. I remember being lifted, gently from the ground and held gently against a very large chest. The movement of him walking with me hurt so much. I don’t remember leaving the cave. I don’t remember boarding the Marauder. I don’t remember AZI or Omega tending to me. All I can remember from that period of time is pain.

When I came to, finally, I was in one of the beds. Hunter was sitting at my bedside, his features distorted with worry. I shifted, attempting to reach out to him, but instead was met with a sharp pain in my sides. I hissed in pain and fell back into the mattress. The sudden noise startled Hunter, which was a first. He whipped around and our eyes met. Hunter’s beautiful eyes were brimming with tears as he took my hand in his gently.

“You’re safe, cyar’ika,” he spoke softly as he rubbed a thumb over my hand. “And alive.”

The last words sounded like they were more for his benefit. I tried to speak but my throat was so destroyed from the dust and debris I could only manage a small whisper.

“Hunter…”

The whisper was so quiet he didn’t hear it. He continued talking, rambling practically.

“Never do that again. I thought I had lost you forever… Never ask me to leave you again. I am never leaving you again. I can’t lose you.” Tears were staining his cheeks as he spoke frantically. I released his hand and lifted mine to cup his cheek, I didn’t care how much it hurt. I wiped his tears with my thumb. He cupped his hand over mine and leaned into it. It was then that I noticed the bandages. I was covered in them. Both arms and my torso. One leg was wrapped in bandages as well and the other was splinted. I swallowed hard and pushed that to the back of my mind.

“Hunter…” I managed a slightly louder whisper this time and got his attention.

“Yes?” He sounded so desperate, so broken. 

“Come… here…” I croaked. Hunter sat on the edge of the bunk and leaned over me.

“K-kiss me.” I requested softly. His lips found mine immediately. In that moment, all the pain washed from my body and there was only him. Warm and gentle against my mouth. I smiled against his mouth and he pulled away slightly, his nose still tucked against mine.

“I love you…” he breathed out against my lips. “I love you and I never want to lose you. Promise you won’t make me leave you again.” I was still processing his words, but managed to stammer out “P-promise.”

“Good,” and he caught my lips with his again. My thoughts were so out of focus, I was trying to find my words. He pulled away one last time and said, “let me go tell the oth-”

My hand gripped the sleeve of his blacks with what little strength I had. I finally had found the words I was looking for. He stopped mid-sentence and leaned back over me, “What is it, cyare?”

I was breathing heavily, which was stinging my ribs, but I didn’t care.

“I…love…you, too…” the words left my lips and hung in the air as he processed them. Suddenly he was cupping my face with his hands and kissing me again. Despite all of my injury, I felt at peace. Finally, we broke apart and he looked deep into my eyes. “Do you really mean it?” He asked so innocently it made my heart melt. I was beginning to lose my strength again, so all I could manage was a small nod. He kissed my forehead gently and told me to get some rest.

“I’ll be right here when you wake up, I promise.”

Recap: Mad grabbed Hunters hand and led him through several dark winding stairways, many doorways, purposeful twists and turns that confused the sense of direction. The last door opened to a rooftop area... 

"Spotchka Under The Stars"

...that didn’t even fit the aesthetic of Cid’s Parlor.  Outdoor rugs sporting plush cushioned lounge seating, soft blankets, big throw pillows, centered around an elevated bonfire pit.  Lit by strings of small lights, adding a dim ambient glow.  Planters full of foliage framed the area, giving it a very natural landscape.  All hidden by walls around the rooftop perimeter so as not to be seen by those looking up at ground level.  A retractable awning was pulled back to reveal a clear night sky and millions of stars above Ord Mantell. 

Mad walked over to the bonfire, hit a switch, and flames sprang to life.  The glow and heat added yet another amazing element to the scene.  Hunter stood transfixed by everything before him.  Mad laughed.  His mouth was hanging open, eyes wide.  Adorable Laser Brain.  It was already worth it, just to see the look on this man’s face. 

“Here, down the hatch since your mouth hanging open.”  Pulling the cork on the Spotchka and handing it to Hunter.  Coming down from his momentary shock, and away from the scene around him to focus on Mad.  The firelight danced off her skin, eyes, hair.  Her smile now carefree with no menace.  Beautiful in her genuine happiness.  Hunter wanted to kiss her right now, just grab her and passionately plant one on that sassy mouth.  But he didn’t want to ruin the bit of trust they had at that moment.  He wanted to know more about this woman.  So, he settled with a goofy smile while swigging from the bottle. 

There was a large, cushioned settee, big enough for two people.  Mad laid down and folded her arms under her head.  The best position to look straight up to the sky and stargaze.  From this position she could also regard Hunter and watch his next move. 

“May I join you?” Hunter asked as he strolled over. 

“I’ll allow it” Mad winked at him and grinned. 

He settled in beside her.  Then his comm lit up.  It was Tech. Something about repairing a neighboring ship and wondering when Hunter was coming back to the Marauder.  Since it wasn’t an emergency, he ignored the message.  Omega would be fine with Wrecker and probably pass out watching holos.  He needed this respite away from everything.  Just for tonight. 

“What is it?” Mad asked eyebrow raised. 

“My brother pestering me.  I’ll answer him later,” while switching off his comm. 

He handed the bottle back to Mad.  She took a sip, then candidly replied, “Tell me about your family.” 

Hunter hadn’t expected that to come up.  Honestly, he wasn’t exactly sure what to expect from Mad at that moment.  She gave off vibes of guarded flirting.  This probing statement caught him off kilter. 

“They are everything to me.  Pretty much the only thing I have” he replied.  Long silence.  He wasn’t going to give much personal information away now.  Crosshair’s face appeared in his mind, followed by Omega’s as she told Cross he was her brother too.  The disappointed expressions on Tech, Wrecker, and Echo’s face as they turned away from Cross to board the Marauder. We never leave our own behind. Mad noticed a sudden pained micro expression from Hunter. 

Mad handed the bottle back to Hunter.  He took a long-drawn-out sip. 

“To the Nomaadi People family is life...literally.  We may be scattered among the galaxy, but our devotion is deep.  If I call on my family, they will be there.  The shirt off their back, food from their mouths, fight for safety's sake, with them there will always be a home. It’s not a place, it’s the people.  Our creed is: By blood or chance, our family makes.” 

“Sounds beautiful.  You’re lucky to have such a support system to call family.”  Hunter answered briefly.  Unsure how much to share.  This was uncharted emotional territory for him. 

“We used to be a huge extended family.  Not many of us left now.  We are a marked people” she stroked the tattoo emblazoned on her chest lovingly.  “Double edged sword.  Marked as an honor to belong to The Star People.  Tattooed right against our hearts.  We are comprised of blood relations and non-blood's that are adopted in. A tapestry of community.  And yet...marked by powerful Establishments that would eradicate us from existence for just being who we are and owning this symbol.” 

Mads words made him think of all the clones he knew.  A huge extended family of brothers.  Yet expendable lives for the war machine.  Clones were barely given respect among the wider public...less so than droids.  Nobody cared if clones lived or died.  They were cannon fodder, and a useful tool. Most of them now controlled by the inhibitor chip.

As the night progressed and the Spotchka flowed, they both loosened up enough to ease into earnest conversation.  Mad talked about being an “independent contractor” refugee smuggler and more about her Nomaadi culture.   Hunter about his brothers, sister, planets they had visited while working odd jobs for Cid.  He didn’t mention being a clone or having ever belonged to the Republic.  He purposely avoided that, with Mad never questioning.  She probably never suspected it since he didn’t look like a Reg, nor dressed in uniform.  He hated lying by omission and honestly wanted to tell her.  His fear was that she would immediately get up and leave.  He enjoyed her presence...and selfishly...he was lonely. 

Tentatively, parenting entered the chat.  He discussed Omega but omitted her role with the Kaminoans.  Mad discussed Love, but omitted her offspring being force sensitive should this man narc on them for any bounty reward. Both wanting to connect but scared to risk too much for safety's sake.  They talked about how much they cared for their family.  How they worried about their children's safety and for the future of the galaxy in general.   

By this time, it was late, and the moon above Ord Mantell was high.  A slight chill was in the air, so they covered up with blankets.  Mad still shivered from the cold.  Hunter politely offered to snuggle for extra heat and trustingly Mad took him up on it.  He put an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.  Being that Mad and Hunter were almost identical in height, her head rested against his.  They settled in together and watched the stars quietly for a time.  Eventually, a shooting star sailed across the night sky. 

“Make a wish, Mad”, Hunter said quietly. 

Mad sighed.  The night was not what she expected.  It was better.  This right here with Hunter, was the most she had let down her walls.  The closest she had been to anyone since Love’s father.  Sure, she had some flings hoping they might blossom. But any conversation was brief and impersonal.  Most men were “in and out” quickly.  Some even avoiding her altogether once they realized she was Nomaadi.  Hunter looked past all of this.  He seemed very genuine.  The combination of alcohol and emotion bubbling up at this moment rushed out before she could stop it. 

“I wish...to be loved.  I’m so damned lonely!”  The shock of it coming right out in the open.  And, before she could do anything to stop it, started to cry.  Through her tears she stammered, “I appreciate my kid...but sometimes it isn’t enough”.  

Mad didn’t apologize for her emotional outburst.  She was done with worrying about what others thought of her.  Or if she was what they thought she should be.  The road leading to this moment was such a long, hard one.  If this man wanted to bail because she showed some human vulnerability, she didn’t kriffing need the company.  If Hunter wanted to snuggle with someone baggage-free, there were plenty of escort houses open all night in Ord Mantell.    

The sudden change of character had Hunter sit up on one elbow and regard Mad. Tears streaming down her face, she looked up deeply into Hunter’s eyes.  Mad saw a man contemplating his own emotional baggage.  Hunters' eyes looked moist in the firelight.  No tears, but close.  Tired lines forming on his face.  She unintentionally struck a chord. 

Brushing away Mad’s tears, Hunter felt a deep pang within his own heart.  While he had his brothers and Omega, there was no intimate partner to share his deep feelings with.  Keeping to himself, holding back so much for his family. Losing Crosshair, no longer having a homeworld, scrabbling for basic existence.  Hunter understood Mad’s emotions.  It was so difficult and lonely to be the rock others held onto for strength.  The weight of Mad’s emotions reached out to touch his senses, while flowing together with his own.  A riptide taking its toll on his controlled demeanor, pulling him out to sea. 

His voice husky with emotion, Hunter spoke with difficulty while returning Mad’s deep eye contact, “I don’t know what to say...other than...for tonight...I’m here.”   

With a sudden movement, Mad intensely embraced Hunter, tightly wrapping her arms around his neck.  Her forehead resting against his cheek.  Hunter reacted kindly by wrapping his arms around her body.  The energy that raced through them in Cid’s Parlor returned with more intensity.  It's warm tingle didn’t leave this time.  With the embrace it stayed and made both of their bodies shiver with its power.  Hunter, finally unable to hold back any longer, broke out in tears.  They ran down his face and mingled with Mad’s.  They held onto each other like their very lives depended on it.  Crying, hitching sobs from the heart, noses running onto each other.  Forming a bond of deep emotional sincerity.  

The Kaminoans never prepared Hunter or his brothers for such raw emotional interaction.  Brutal honesty regarding the struggle of existence.  He never had to think of such things.  Raised without this type of contact or context.  Clones were told what to do.  To execute someone else's orders.  Not to consider their own emotional wants and needs.  They were property of the Republic, now pawns for the Empire. 

Mad had built walls since the absence of her last partner.  She refused to be hurt again when he left Love and Mad alone.  She mourned his absence, and the collateral damage to her child.  But she never let go of the hurt and loneliness his absence left on her heart.   

Mad and Hunter clung to each other, nestled together under the moon and stars of Ord Mantell.  Half drunk on Spotchka, breathing in each other, and crying like newborn children.  Finally, when they ran out of tears, they whispered to one another.  Gentle caresses gave way to passionate kisses. They both felt the heat of sexual desire take over. “May I touch you?” Hunter asks demurely.  He’s feeling very ardent but doesn’t want to overstep. 

“Yes”, she snarks with a smirk.  “I’m up for anything...except anal.” 

Hunters' expression is full stop shocked while his penis immediately pokes Mad’s thigh HARD. 

"Feels like HE’S totally on board.” 

Hunter chuckles “Not used to a partner that's so...frank.” 

“I’m not one for holding back” and with that Mad flipped Hunter onto his back and straddled him. 

Hunter ran his hands up Mads thighs and growled.  One hand slid to her inner thigh and brought his fingertips to her center.  Then he started applying firm pressure and making lazy circles, rubbing her clitoris through her pants.  She shuddered.  Mad caught his other hand and brought it up to her face.  He gently stroked her cheek with his open palm as she brought it to her mouth to kiss.  From there she inserted his thumb into her mouth and sucked on it.  Her tongue tickled the base of his thumb while it was in her mouth. 

Mad paused, pulled Hunter’s thumb out of her mouth and swirled her tongue around the tip.  An unspoken promise of what she could do to him.  This accentuated by grinding her hips against his swollen crotch.  All done with intense unbroken eye contact. 

“You First, Mesh’la.”  Pulling his hand out of her grasp, Hunter started undoing her pants.  Mad helped him slide them and her underwear off together.  He could smell her full arousal.  Mad then took off her shirt and threw it showily behind her.  Large breasts bare and nipples hard with the chilly air.  Hunter’s erection ached. 

He grabbed Mad’s hips and dragged her to his mouth, burying his face into her crotch.  She inhaled quickly and moaned as he sucked and flicked his tongue over her clit.  He firmly held her hips down onto his face, groaning and growling like a wild creature.  Occasionally he would shake his head side to side under her with wild abandon. 

It didn’t take long for Mad to orgasm.  As the wave of her climax washed over, she arched her back and took in the stars of Ord Mantel right before her eyes rolled back into her head.  She cried out.  Delicious aftershocks jerked her hips.   

Hunter, fully enjoying the show asked, “More?” 

“MORE!”   

Hunter obliged happily.  More licking, sucking, growling.  Bringing her to another orgasm.  Then another.  Her refractory time was indeed short and since she wasn’t saying no, he kept on going.  He was quite enjoying watching Mad lose her composure over and over again.   

Eventually...” Oh, Maker...Hunter...” she was breathless and swooning.  “I can’t anymore!  My legs are weak.” She laughed while panting.  He had tongue fucked her so much, she literally could not move her body off his face. 

Amused, Hunter lifted her off him and set her down.  He helped Mad lay back as she was now a shaking, wet mess.  She lay back catching her breath.  Off went Hunter’s shirt and pants.  The potted plants were covered in their clothing.  Then he pulled the covers and himself onto Mad.  Before he went to nuzzle her, Hunter grabbed another blanket off the chair next to them and wiped his coated face off on it.   

“Classy there, Hunky” Mad teased. 

“Might save this for Cid.  Drape it over her office chair for a surprise.   She’s been such a bitch to me and the rest of the Batch.” 

“Hey!  Keep my bodily fluids out of it.  You really should just wipe your ass on it.  Seems more fitting.” 

They both erupted in laughter.  Then passionately kissed.  Hunter nuzzled Mad’s neck as she wrapped her arms and legs around his body.  He traveled around and down kissing her chest.  On the way, he made sure to give a full loving lippy kiss to her Nomaadi tattoo.  In his mind, he sent intension to whatever Force or Ancestors were out there: From my lips to your ears.  Take care of this woman, her children, and her family.  They deserve to be happy.  SOMEBODY DESERVES TO BE HAPPY! 

Hunter settled on Mad’s breasts, nuzzling between them.  Groaning as he breathed in the scent of her skin...and her perfume.  Something akin to dark blooming flowers and amber.  Sweet, warm, and musky.  It drove him wild.  He reached down, grabbing his swollen member, and stroked it gently.  His cock was leaking and wet.   

Mad ran her fingers through Hunters dark curly locks as he licked her nipples.  Then he nibbled them.  He let go of himself and cupped one breast while lovingly caressing her curves with the other.  He was slowly...methodically making his way to the inside of Mad’s thighs.   

She snatched off Hunter’s bandana and tossed it with the rest of their clothing.  His curls spilled out.  She grabbed handfuls of them.  They were so soft.  The feeling of his hair, his touches, kisses, his scent, the Spotchka, night air, fire, stars, her lust, all blended in total sensory euphoria. 

Hunter stroked Mad’s Mound of Venus and she pulled him back up for a long, deep, soul kiss.   

Then she pulled away and leered at him “I want to taste you.” 

Hunter smiled and obliged. He laid back and relaxed on the settee. Mad leaned over Hunter and rested her ample breasts on his lap, framing his stiffened cock. She then gently teased the head with her tongue. Small wet circles, flicking her tongue on his frenulum, that intensely passionate gaze up at him while he gazed down at her. He was starting to lose his composure. Not wanting to cum too soon, he looked up above at the stars. 

Everything right now was amazing to Hunter: The stars, this woman, the heat of their lovemaking. It had been so long since he felt this alive. Like the air crackled with energy. A lot of this was his enhanced senses, but a lot of it was...something he couldn’t explain. Something wonderful.  

Mad’s ministrations on Hunter’s cock became intense. She was really enjoying what she was doing to him. He felt and tasted amazing. She enjoyed listening to his heavy breathing and groans. It made her feel powerful to be able to make a partner react like this. To bring someone such joy. 

“I...can’t hold it together much longer” Hunter gasped. “Is this how you want me to finish? Or do you want me inside you? 

“I want to hold you and kiss you when you cum” 

“Are you...do you need any...protection?” Hunter momentarily felt guilty he hadn’t asked sooner and certainly didn’t want to kill the mood. 

“No...I haven’t been fertile for...awhile now.” Mad inwardly cringed. How can you say, hey I started menopause early...without it sounding so unsexy? “The kitchens been closed” she giggled self-consciously. 

Hunter chuckled and pulled Mad up to embrace her. They kissed passionately, running fingers through hair, nibbling lips, earlobes, necks. Ardently stroking each other's back.  

Their lovemaking ramped up as they both fought for top.  Neither willing to concede bottom.  Rolling back and forth on the lounger, making it rock wildly.  Whomever was in the apartment below The Oasis was NOT getting any peaceful sleep tonight.  Finally, they settled with Hunter sitting up and Mad straddled him. She slowly lowered herself down upon his length. They both shivered as he slipped into her warmth. Mad held Hunter still and without moving, worked her pelvic muscles around his cock. He gasped in surprise. Then she slowly undulated her pelvis up and down, side to side. Her hips were dancing while he was inside her. It was more than he could stand to not explode. 

“Uhhh...Mesh’la...kriff...” 

"Mmmmm..." Mad smiled, eyes heavy lidded in the throes of ecstasy. Starting to shudder, pressure and heat building inside of her. Hunter grabbed her hips. They held onto each other and rocked in unison.  Their breathing heavy, punctuated by growls, gasps, sighs. 

Both Mad and Hunter were overtaken by the returning feeling experienced earlier, like a tidal wave forming within them. Rising up, up through their bodies, cresting, and crashing with intense emotion and sensory feeling as they both climaxed together.  It was an almost out of body experience.  Neither was aware of how loud their screams of orgasm were.  They finished hot, sweaty, exhausted and panting.  Hunter lovingly stroked Mad’s face.  They held onto each other, forehead’s touching, relishing the afterglow. 

The moment was interrupted by a drunken voice. 

“DAMN!  Somebodies havin’ a bangin’ time up there!!!  Hee, hee.  WOOOoooOOOooo...” 

Neither one spoke as they tried to catch their breath.  Hunter and Mad just stared with shocked eyes at one another.   

“Ya woke me up.  Imma movin’ somewhere else to give ya’s some privacy.”  SOMEONE had passed out against the building on the street.  They could hear cackling and amused mumbling as he wandered away.   

Both relieved that they were now TRULY alone, relaxed in the afterglow.  The stars twinkled overhead as Mad laid comfortably upon Hunter, embracing each other.  As Mad opened her mouth to speak, they both heard a loud CRACK!  

The wooden settee collapsed, having broken in several places, dumping them both onto the rug underneath. 

Hunter and Mad laid there shocked for a few seconds. 

“FUCK!  Cid’s going to have my ass for this!!!” 

Mad howled in maniacal laughter.   

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To read Chapter 3

Today started as a normal day for you. You made a trip to go visit the most interesting group around, The Bad Batch. They seemed to appreciate your company, and you enjoyed theirs. Often they expected you to come over and socialize for a good chunk of the day. You remember what a stark contrast this was from when you first met, each of them suspicious of you (well, except for Omega), and you skeptical of them. Once you asked for their help making a trip to Dantooine, you protected each other in battle, and the walls started coming down. Now you had each other's backs, you’d all proven it countless times.

Except you’re still lying to them. The unwelcome thought intruded your mind. You still haven’t told them why you’re really avoiding the empire.

*Y/N, did you hear what I said?* Tech spoke in Ryl. Once he heard you knew several languages from all over the galaxy, he enjoyed taking the opportunity to speak a different language with you.

You shook your head. “Sorry Tech, lost in thought, what did you say?” You had replied in common instead. He looked slightly disappointed at your doing so. “I asked you if you’d seen the improvements I made to your vibroblades yet.” You looked down and saw he had definitely made some adjustments. “Oh, no I haven’t. I need to try practicing with them.”

“You’d have better luck with a blaster.” Crosshairs voice came from down the hall. He shouldered past you, bumping into you intentionally. You laughed at his comment, massaging your forehead as an attempt to combat an oncoming headache. “Hah, do I need to remind you what happened when you let your snarky attitude get the better of you while I had my blades?” You managed to see him shake his head in response, the lights in the room suddenly started to bother you.

His voice became faint, you heard “Lucky … only close … shoot you.” His voice was coming in and out, and a harsh pounding pain began at the top of your skull. You gripped your head and tried laughing at Cross’s comment, you’re sure it was probably his usual attitude. You thought you heard Hunters voice coming down the hall, but you couldn’t make out words. You saw through squinted eyes Tech was analyzing your behavior, and his lips began to move.

Finally you had to squeeze your eyes shut, and voice as loudly as you could “Gotta go.” The lights seemed too bright, and your headache revealed itself as a full-blown migraine. The bright lights seemed to cut into you, making the pounding in your head stronger. You felt like a big fist was punching you from inside, trying to break your skull open. You stumbled down the halls and managed to find the bathroom, rushing in and shutting the door.

The pounding subsided slightly, now that light was absent. You groaned and settled yourself on the floor. Unwelcome thoughts began to flash through your head. Separatist forces engaging you and the battalion. BANG. Tanks firing. BANG. Dead clone troopers lying on the ground, their voice screaming. BANG. Your own body lying on the ground unable to move. BANG. Tears streamed down your face, both from the pain and the horrible memories.

A soft knock at the door pulled you back into the moment, and you realized you had been banging your head on the wall. “Y/N?” You heard Hunters voice on the other side.

“I’m fine.” You said weakly. “Headache. Give me a minute.” You heard voices on the other side of the door, and footsteps shuffling. The head pounding in your skull still continued, but the flashes were gone.

“Close your eyes.” Hunter spoke quietly now. You covered your eyes, not having the energy to argue with him right now.

You heard the door open and he walked it, quickly closing the door. “What’s going on?” He knelt onto the floor next to you. You could make out his figure, and see a concerned look etched into his face now that your eyes adjusted to the dark. “Migraine. I’d like to be…” Alone. You tried to say it, but you couldn’t. You’d never had someone around when the pain was this bad, and part of you wanted him to stay with you the whole time. You gripped your head with both hands as a swell of pain surged through again.

Hunter gave you a moment to finish your sentence, once he realized you wouldn’t he sighed. “Let me at least put you somewhere more comfortable.” He spoke in a whisper, trying not to agitate you too much. He waited for a response. “Can you move?” You tried standing, pain swelled, and you settled back down. You knew it would only get worse when the door opened and the light would come through. You tried shaking your head. “I’m gonna carry you, okay?” He waited for an objection. “The light…” you breathed out. “Don’t worry, I'll handle it.” You heard him shuffle around, cloth moving, and then he gently wrapped a towel around your head. Your eyes were now effectively covered.

You felt one arm wrap around your back, his hand gripping your side, the other arm began securing you under your legs. In one fluid movement, Hunter lifted you up and your body was leaning against his. You pressed your towel-covered face into the crook of his shoulder, preparing to block out the light. You felt him take a sharp breath in as you pressed your face tightly against him. The door swung open, and you were relieved that you could see no brightness. The pain continued its pounding, but it began to dull. You felt comfortable and secure in his arms, and you realized nobody has ever taken care of you quite like this. You were suddenly grateful you had the towel on (which you realized had quite an unpleasant smell too), because it hid the blush that filled your cheeks.

Hunter's body swayed a little and you heard his feet move. Do I even weigh anything to him? You wondered, since he carried you so easily. Another door opened, and then shut. He took a few more steps, then you felt him adjusting your weight, beginning to set you down. He settled you onto a comfortable cot, a soft blanket underneath you. He gently rested your head down on the pillow, and removed your towel. The room was dark, darker than in the bathroom. You looked around and realized you were in Hunter's room. It was small, but it had enough room to fit you on the cot and him standing at the foot of the bed.

You both looked at each other for a moment, the pain lessening a little. “That towel smells.” You whispered. Hunter shrugged. You wrinkled your nose at him and then went to massage your forehead. You turned onto your left side so you could face him better, and fully relaxed into the bed. Although there was a slight stink, the bed smelled like him too. You pulled the blanket up a little to hide your face, and to take in the scent more. It served as a good distraction.

“Stay as long as you need to,” he said quietly. You heard him begin to shuffle out of the room. “Wait-” you reached out, not close enough to grab him, but the gesture caused him to freeze. You felt a slight surge of embarrassment, but ignored it. “Stay a bit. Please. I think it helps.” You saw his chest move up, like he was holding his breath. You wished you could see his face, to try and pick apart what he might be thinking right now. You continued massaging your head, moving to your temples now. You closed your eyes and tried relaxing, not wanting to pressure him by staring. You didn’t hear his movement, but the bed shifted, and you felt fingers move in between yours, and they began taking over the circular motions. You looked up and saw Hunter sat on the bed, a few inches in front of your body. You hoped he couldn’t see the color in your face change as he gently took over massaging your temple.

Although you were a little flustered by him doing this, you felt your heart flutter and your body relax to his touch. The pain was a soft thud now, and you could more easily ignore it. Your eyes had wandered away for a minute, but you searched for him again. You saw that he was watching you closely, and you thought he looked concerned, although his face seemed to betray no expression. The massaging turned into a head rub that went in circular motions all around and through your hair. It felt amazing and you sighed, resting your head more onto the pillow.

You watched Hunter for another minute. He never made eye contact with you, but you knew he was watching you, just as you were watching him. After a few more moments passed, you reached up to grab Hunters hand to stop his motions. He looked into your eyes questioningly. “Thank you, Hunter.” You smiled softly, and began to sit up on the bed. He hesitated, and then his hand retreated back. “Sure, we take care of each other here.”

What does this mean? You thought, as you both looked into each other's eyes. You had wondered at one point if there was something more to Hunter, or something more between the two of you. You both seemed to get along well, and you couldn’t deny there were moments you had. Tending to wounds, protecting each other in a fight, you wondered… Could there be something more here?

It doesn’t matter. I don’t deserve it. I don’t even deserve their trust.

You looked away from him and began to stand. “I should be getting back.”

“Already?” He seemed surprised. “Everyone will be back soon.” You remained silent. “I know Omega would like to see you.” You felt a sting in your chest as he mentioned her. Omega was your first friend in the group. Her innocent kindness towards you had been the beginnings of your relationship with everyone. You had a soft spot for her, just like everyone else seemed to. You managed to look back at him and smile softly “You’ll have to tell her hi for me.” You allowed yourself another moment to look at him. He broke eye contact fairly quickly and said “Alright then, fine.” You sighed and recognized that he was disappointed in your decision.

Could this be more?

The sting in your chest seemed to tug at you with this thought. “I’ll see you around Hunter.” You turned away and started to leave.